A Bigger Stage

"Sorry Sarah Maam, um no, Sarah Maam, I've never done naked photographs before today," adding as an afterthought, "these are the first ones," which clearly wasn't necessary to say but was her way of asking for more without asking.

Rosi was sure that both Cindy and Sarah would see through her.
 
"At some point," Sarah said, not wanting to get distracted just then, "we'll have to have a talk about limits and other things. For now, if anything is too scary or otherwise unacceptable, just tell us so, and we'll discuss it."

"No one here will force you to do anything. Do you wish to continue?"
 
"Oh yes please! Please Sarah Maam, please Cindy Maam, I'd love to continue, please let me continue, I don't think there's much I won't do for you?"

Rosi blurted her answer from the heart. She had never before experienced anything like this; the only hints of her new desires had been felt today, probably after That Chat with Doctor Yes. He'd awakened something in her, and now it was on the loose and demanded feeding.

Rosi only hoped that her overkeen begging hadn't put Sarah and Cindy off. After all, there was a big hint there that this game wasn't going to stop this afternoon.
 
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Sarah looked at Rosi affectionately but kept her tone mostly level.

"One thing to know is that failing to complete an instruction without a good reason - which would generally mean that there was a safety issue involved, or that something was unacceptable to you to the degree that we needed to stop the scene and discuss it - leaves you liable to penalties."

"You failed to answer one of my questions a moment ago. Do you agree that the reason you did so did not fall within the criteria I just used to define an acceptable reason not to comply? Do you agree that there should be a penalty?"
 
A sharp breath in, and a quickening of the pulse again, and Rosi thought she was going to spasm deep inside her belly. She could hardly believe what Sarah was saying, could hardly believe the sudden pleasure it was giving her.

Forcing herself to keep her voice level Rosi replied carefully, "Yes Sarah Maam, Cindy Maam, I agree without reservation that I did not have an acceptable reason for my complete failure to answer your question, and that I deserve a penalty. Please punish me."

Rosi so hoped that Cindy would join in again, and missed having her play along. But maybe she was just content to let Sarah move the game forward. It wasn't Rosi's place to question or to want, but to obey and accept. And she was so enjoying doing just that.
 
"Unfortunately there are complicating factors operating here," Sarah replied. "I have at least three reputations to think about, including your own. So I have to get a little creative."

She pulled out her phone again and showed Rosi one of the more explicit shots she'd taken in the bathroom. "At a time and place of my choosing, I will share this picture with one person of my choosing. I will neither ask your permission, nor will I tell you who, though I may inform you that I have indeed allowed someone else to view you full-frontally naked."

"Do you agree to this?"
 
In a husky whisper Rosi replied, "Yes, Sarah Maam, I accept the penalty, that you will send that picture to someone else without necessarily telling me."

Closing her eyes, Rosi drank in the tumbling sensation within, the excitement, something delicious about the words view you full-frontally naked, then opening them looked across at Cindy, trying to judge her reaction.

Three things occurred to Rosi straight off.

She'd never know who had that picture, apart from Sarah, but it would be someone Sarah trusted.
Also once the picture was shared it was shared forever, no taking it back.
And finally, it wasn't the only picture of her naked. Bob had an afternoon's worth of film from the shower scene, some of which was bound to show her nude, and it would be archived, not destroyed, and then only after the editors and who knew who else had seen it.

So yes, an acceptable penalty, one Rosi was pleased to pay.
 
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Sarah had actually meant that she'd simply show the picture on her phone to someone as opposed to sending it, which would mean it had left her control. But there was no need to correct Rosi's assumption just then: Sarah was pretty sure that believing one of her pictures would be released into the ether would add to the girl's fun. And she, Sarah, hadn't lied to her: Rosi had leapt to the conclusion on her own. When Sarah explained the distinction to her, it would likely be a helpful lesson to her new teenage friend.

"So, this one person you were intimate with," she said aloud, "were they male or female?"
 
Mmm, so they were back to the Interview.

Surely Sarah could have no idea how much Rosi was enjoying this? Surely she was just curious, wanting to know? There couldn't be any obvious signs of how this was raising Rosi's temperature, fanning the flames flickering deep within?

"Um, he was male, Sarah Maam," and Rosi blushed a little, wriggling her hips slightly to ease the tingle, her thoughts drifting back to That Conversation with Doctor Yes.
 
"And probably right around your age, I'd imagine," Sarah said.

"Nothing wrong with that, of course. But young guys do tend to be a bit... eager. They mostly haven't learned how to savor things."

"Did he even have you naked as long as you've been so far today, do you think?"

She regarded Rosi, still standing patiently naked with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Did he undress you, or did you undress yourself?"
 
Rosi had a choice now.

Sarah had asked her two questions. Last time, Rosi only answered one and received a penalty. Should she try that again? So soon? Maybe save it for a little later?

And again, Rosi's mind drifted back to That Chat. It seemed to be stalking her.

"Um, I didn't actually get undressed; I wasn't naked. And yes he was a boy from school, and we kind of fumbled in the back of his car one time?"
 
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"Just so that we're clear, keep your hands clasped like that until I direct you or give you permission to do otherwise. I think you understand that anyway, but since you originally did it on your own, I'm saying this to be fair to you by making it a formal instruction."

"So, wow," Sarah continued, returning to the matter at hand, "I know that it can be tough to find a time and place when you're young, but that's sort of unfortunate."

She moved to stand close to Rosi. "Imagine being with you, and not getting all your clothes off. Maybe not even taking the time to bare those beautiful breasts properly."

Sarah bent to bring herself face to face with the teen. "Did he even take the time to kiss you thoroughly?"
 
"No Sarah Maam, his kisses were kind of a bit smothery, and um, he just kind of shoved his hand inside my bra?" Rosi glanced at Cindy, half embarassed at having a witness to this Confessional Interview, half thrilled by it.

Rosi bit her lip, a little embarrassed too at not having a better story to tell, that it had been so tawdry, her head swimming at the intensity of Sarah being so close, so in her space, so ... Domminating; her words turning up the heat. Rosi wanted to lean forward and kiss Sarah but knew she mustn't, just like she mustn't move her hands, though her eyes were fixed on Sarah's lips; she'd been watching them move, watching them speak, seeing the pretty teeth and a hint of her tongue.
 
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"No, that's all wrong, kisses should be soft..."

Sarah leaned in and demonstrated, pressing her lips gently against Rosi's for a moment.

"And lingering..."

The second contact was rather longer.

"And not rough or awkward, but... intimate. If you're going to kiss someone, know what you want from them."

Sarah's tongue found the space between Rosi's lips and slipped inside.

The third kiss was longer still, but at least Sarah was careful not to knock Rosi off balance.
 
Rosi closed her eyes and savoured the delicious sensations rocketing through her body.

The first two kisses had been lovely, but this was off the scale, and Rosi responded as best she could, leaning forward, her own tongue finding Sarah's, her own lips softly melding, inhaling the scent of this beautiful goddess. She so hoped that sarah would want a lot from her.

She, on the other hand, didn't want it to ever end, and could feel her knees trembling. The fire in her belly was racing through her skin, lighting up her nipples, turning her deepest insides to jelly. Or was it water? She felt a trickle dampen her thighs.
 
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"I thought," Cindy said at Rosie's left ear, "that you were just going to play with her a little; not torture the poor girl."

A light touch turned Rosi's head toward Cindy.

Cindy kissed a little less aggressively than Sarah, but was just as skillful, in her way.

After a few long moments, Cindy broke the kiss, then she and Sarah stood considering Rosi.

"Oh, I'd never torture our kitten. At least not when there wasn't time to do it properly," Sarah assured the other two.

"No, she can't go through the rest of the day a bundle of tension. So let's see..."

"Kittens always like to be petted, don't they?" she asked Rosi. "Just say meow if I'm right."
 
"Meow!" Rosi panted, her breath coming in short gentle gasps, like there wasn't enough air in the room, her mouth open.

"Meow! Meow!"

She had been kissed! Four times! By both Sara and Cindy!

It was almost too much, except it wan't enough. Rosi hoped Sarah knew what limits were approopriate for them, because right now she'd probably do anything the two goddesses wanted regardless of reputations. She was like 'putty in their hands' as he saying went, and had lost all control and sense.

And what was that about torturing her? Rosi just knew that it would the most exquisite thing, something to look forward to with eager desperation. It almost made her want to be naughty again, just to get punished.

But right now she was going to get petted. She could hardly wait.
 
In answer, Cindy took a moment to go and look into the only slightly over-sized bag she almost always carried with her.

It was perhaps not surprising that an expert seamstress would have a scrap or two of fabric on hand, but possibly a bit less expected when she used one to bind Rosie's hands behind her, securing them in roughly the same position in which she'd been keeping them through the entire "interview".

With that accomplished, she remained behind the teen, reaching over Rosi's shoulders to place her hands on her submissive's face, then starting to caress, running palms and fingers over Rosi's soft cheeks, along the line of her lips, and even momentarily covering her eyes as Cindy moved to stroke her hair and brush it back.

Rosi really was being petted for a couple minutes, until Cindy's hand dropped below her jaw to tilt her face slightly upward, offering it to Sarah for a kiss. Sarah accepted with parted lips and Rosi was obliged to open her mouth again.
 
Oh! Another tantalising Sarah kiss! Rosi was more confident this time, and despite having her hands tied, though her fingers tried to pet Cindy in their turn, and despite being held in teasing caresses from behind, the inexperienced youngster responded with hunger and passion.

She was positive without being over eager, probing, responsive, quickly adapting to everything Sarah did and matching her where she could. Rosi was discovering that she liked kissing!

There had been something extra special about having her face presented to Sarah, as if Cindy was offering her like a gift to her friend, or a sacrifice to a goddess. Being bound added to that impression; so did the stroking of her face by Cindy and the dressing back of her hair as if in preparation. All that was lacking was a blindfold, perhaps, and an altar; a large flat surface suitable for tying her to so that she could be devoured by the Goddess of Pleasure. The Twin Goddesses of Pleasure.
 
Both Sarah and Cindy liked girls: Neither of them was playing with Rosi just because they enjoyed the exchange of power. Which went a long way toward explaining why Sarah had gotten a bit carried away.

Cindy let the other two girls kiss, taking the time to run her hands along Rosi's arms, shoulders and lower back, almost as though she were a sculptor smoothing out the clay on a preliminary model.

She saw it when Sarah finally pulled back a bit, going to one knee in order to compensate for her height disparity with Rosi. That was when Cindy played her next trick, running her thumbnail swiftly down Rosi's spine. As the teen automatically started, thrusting her chest just a little forward, Sarah's waiting mouth caught her nipple, finally claiming one of the breasts that had been waiting so patiently on display.

Only Rosi knew whether or not she meant to say anything about the situation, however, because as soon as her lips parted, Cindy's index and middle finger seized their opening and slipped into the girl's mouth, pushing halfway in and pressing down on her tongue, not quite probing far back enough to provoke a gag reflex before they withdrew, newly moistened, to find Rosi's other nipple and urge it to new heights.
 
"Oh!" Rosi finally exclaimed, as she felt Cindy wetly torment her nipple, matching the oral onslaught of Sarah on the other, making both nubs swell and tingle with a pleasure that went beyond her chest.

It was a cry of surprise, but was quickly followed by an almost triumphant, "Yes!" that emerged more as a hiss, like when a build up steam vents to avoid exploding.

She didn't know quite how they did everything, just like the conjuring trick of her disappearing clothes, but she knew she was in the hands of experts, and she unreservedly surrendered to them.

The feel of Cindy's hands on her skin, light and stimulating, had been delightful, complimenting the pleasure of learning to kiss goddess Sarah's gorgeous mouth, but when she had so unexpectedly thrust her fingers into Rosi's mouth it released a jolt deep within the young girl that again leaked wetly onto her thighs.

Rosi needed something back in her mouth, and she gaped like a landed fish.

She needed Goddess Cindy.
 
Cindy heard Rosi's gasp (not difficult when her head was resting on Rosi's shoulder) and saw the need on her face. A quick glance downward showed her that Sarah was still drawing out the foreplay, now kissing down the younger girl's stomach; even licking a playful circle around her navel.

Cindy stepped in front of Rosi, careful not to bump Sarah out of position, then reached back behind Rosi's head to firmly grasp a handful of her hair, using the leverage of her forearm behind Rosi's shoulders to lever her head a little back and upwards, before falling on Rosi's mouth much like Sarah had.
 
Rosi kissed back hungrily, even more hungrily than before. Whimpering into goddess Cindy's mouth.

She was getting desperate. She didn't yet know what for, but she'd recognise it when it happened. And the grabbing of her hair in such a firm hold was part of it.

Rosi's tummy was quivering to goddess Sarah's attentions and her tongue was dancing a submissive ritual with goddess Cindy, but all the obvious physical pleasures were being heightened.

It was because there were two of them. Because they were clothed and she, little Rosi, was naked. it was because her hands were tied behind her back. Because goddess Cindy was pulling her hair. Because the Twin Goddesses had stripped her completely naked in front of a group of onlookers. Because goddess Sarah had asked so many intrusive personal questions when they weren't alone. Because goddess Cindy thrust her fingers in Rosi's mouth. Because goddess Sarah photographed her nude, and was going to share it with someone.

It was all those things and more. Rosi was on fire.
 
Sarah pushed lightly at Rosi's ankles to urge her to spread her feet a little wider, giving her a steadier stance. Then she kissed her: Not on the stomach, this time.

She took a few playful licks between Rosi's legs, using one hand on the girl's bottom to keep Rosi close despite any incidental squirming she might do, then she drew back just a bit, switching to two fingers before a crick in her next could become an issue.

Cindy, meanwhile, seemed determined to keep Rosi from escaping, having yet to relinquish either her hold on Rosi's breast or the advances her tongue had made in invading Rosi's mouth.

As Sarah began to stroke and tease the place that marked Rosi unquestionably as female, an observer might have been forgiven for being concerned about just where Rosi would get the breath from when it came time to gasp out her climax.
 
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She recognised it.

After all the winding-up and teasing and stimulating, goddess Sarah was finally giving her what she craved, and the assorted complications between her legs really were the very centre of her being.

She squirmed and twisted and gasped and mewled and snorted and thrust her hips at Sarah as she climbed higher and higher, a tension deep inside her belly forcing her on. She was so close to achieving her goal, a goal she didn't even know she had, and she became more violent and more desperate, trying to impale herself on goddess Sarah, trying to suck goddess Cindy's whole mouth into her own.

Her eyes were open but her vision was narrowing, and with a gutteral throaty growl she felt everything burst and her liquid insides sprayed forcefully, expending all the built up tension in one mighty blast.

Rosi shook uncontrollably and her knees gave way and she quivered like a girl in a fit. A fit of ecstacy. She blanked out.
 
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